Joni Mitchell

Old beale street is coming down
Sweeties snack bar, boarded up now
And egles the tailor and the shine boys gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Handys cast in bronze
And hes standing in a little park
With a trumpet in his hand
Like hes listening back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled shoes
Old furry sings the blues
Propped up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg removed
And ginnys there
For her kindness and furrys beer
Shes the old mans angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the grey decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old beale streets carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in memphis tennessee
Old furry sings the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and hell play for you
Lts mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played
I could really feel